"C-Craig?" I pull away, and he does too, staring at me as if I initiated the embrace, or something. I didn't! We both look down, me out of confusion and discomfort, and him out of… I don't even know – he's hard to read.

"Tweek, I –" He starts to say something then cuts himself off, sticking his hands in his pockets. I frown and he looks up, snagging his lips on his teeth. I can see a trail of blood coming from his lips, and I want to stop him, but what right do I have? Then I see it. The darkish shade of red around his eyes, the cuts, the other bruises. They all litter his face, and I don't know what else lies on his body. I stifle a scream. What right do they have?

"Come in." I mutter, and he nods curtly, stepping inside and closing the door after him. I'm still in my large grey top and boxers, and the way Craig keeps looking at me makes me feel indecent. Well, I am, and you know what they say about slutty dressers. Oh god, I'm going to get raped!

Luckily, his eyes are now on the interior of my house. I almost think this is it, he's memorizing the look of my house to guide his plan of kidnapping me in the middle of the night, but then I remember he hasn't been here for years, and he's probably just seeing what's changed. Though, that's his own fault.

Nothing's even changed that much, just the pictures on the mantel piece have been replaced with newer ones. Amongst other things. As we go up the stairs, I see him scanning the walls. There used to be a portrait of us up there, one I messily scribbled when I was little. Now it's gone. I wonder if he notices that.

I let him into my room and he sits on my bed, still looking at me. I tremble, and sit next to him. "Craig, w-what – nngh – happened?" I ask, but he doesn't reply, just staring at the gnome's layre. Though, to him, it's probably just a hole in the wall.

"What's that?" He questions, gesturing at it and looking at me with those grey eyes. It's weird how grey they are. He has to be wearing contacts – it's not even natural. Unless… he's a vampire! I shake my head at myself. A vampire would be able to defend themselves in a fight, and their skin in unbreakable. Besides, vampires don't have yellow fingertips.

I decide to be truthful. "That's where the gnomes live." I tell him solemnly, shuddering at the thought of them. He stares at me, again, then rolls his eyes and scoffs. I scowl, curling up, before realising it only exposes me more. Jesus Christ! Wait, I shouldn't say his name in vain! I'm going to hell!

I notice it's silent, and I decide if he's not going to tell me anything, I'll just help him anyway. I leave the room without saying something and go to the bathroom to grab a cloth and dowse it in water. I glance in the mirror and actually scream this time; Craig's right behind me.

"Shut up! You'll wake your parents!" Craig hisses, wrapping his arms around me to shush me. I nod, then my eyes widen as I think about what we're doing again. I haven't talked to this guy in years and we've already kind of hugged twice? I yank my arms away and force him back to my room, onto my bed.

"Be gentle." He grinds out as I gingerly apply the rag to one of his cuts, washing away the blood and dirt. He grimaces a lot, and I flinch and shake a bit, but finally it's done. I should disinfect it properly, or put a plaster on some of them, but Mom keeps all the medical supplies locked up in her room because she thinks I'll hurt myself with them for some reason.

I think he leans in for a second and I freeze, but then my phone rings and he stops himself. I keep one eye on him suspiciously as I answer it. "H-hello?" I say, and as the other person starts speaking I realise it's on loudspeaker. Crap. I try to turn it off, to no avail.

"Hey Tweek, wanna hang out today?" Clyde asks, and I see Craig glaring at his feet.

"S-sure." I say, but then hang up quickly as he gets up. I chase after him as he walks out the room silently. "W-where are you going?" I cry after him, and he only just turns back to me when he's reached the door.

"See you around, Tweekers." He then leaves, and I don't know why, I really don't, but I want to cry.

"Bye." I murmur, walking back up the stairs.

AN: Review? :)